This is a song about "Wolves hunting"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

You should be running

Just for cash, they hunting

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Throwing faggots to the wolves y'all niggas is some cannon fodder

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush